Dick withdrew his gaze from Liadrin who was leaving with the empty bowl. The so-called depression was actually just a pastime. Follower, who was as strong as Sylvanas, would be left to him at this stage without anyone else saying anything. Is Dick confident that he can make Queen Sylvanas obediently convinced and obey orders?
Yes, nominally Liadrin is Follower of Dick, but Dick cannot force her to do anything she doesn't want to do, and in a sense, this kind of Follower System actually saved Liadrin from death. Coupled with the previous friendship between the two, Liadrin understood everything and locked himself in the house for five days before he calmly accepted his new identity.
This is not a game, this is the real world. Relying on a name, you want to deprive a person with normal thinking of the will of Hero, who has an unlimited future. Are you kidding me?
But what makes Dick most curious is that before Liadrin was unconscious, he was clearly a High Priest, but after he woke up, he had the Paladin of Perfect Rare Elite Combat Strength. Regarding this matter, both Dick and Liadrin themselves said they could not understand.
Especially when Liadrin looked confused and expertly waved Greatsword wrapped in Holy Light, easily repelling the siege of four Trainee Paladin, her own expression was like this: 0_0!!!
Of course, Dick will not have any objections to this matter. He who is familiar with the original history knows that only the profession of Paladin can bring out all the glory of Liadrin, and Dick has given her the most perfect starting point. Even Dick can't guess where this beautiful girl will go in the future.
As soon as Liadrin left, Young Lady with blue Wizard Hat walked in holding up the hem of her gorgeous skirt. She looked around, and after making sure there was no one there, she quietly approached Dick who was looking thoughtful, and without him reacting, she threw her body into Dick's arms.
"What are you thinking about? Little rascal."
Jaina used two arms like White Jade to hold Dick's neck. He opened his big eyes and looked at his little boyfriend curiously. Dick shrugged, pretending to be thoughtful, and put his arms around Young Lady's slender waist.
"As for me, I'm thinking about whether to let you go back to Dalaran, and I also have to think about how to deal with Master Antonidas's inquiry. After all, I stole his most proud disciple."
"Hahaha."
Young Lady put his head on Dick's chest and laughed cheerfully,
"You really should think about it carefully. I heard that because of the "Ebonchill" incident, Mentor caused the whole Dalaran to panic. Speaking of which, where did you meet Master Daio? It is said that no one has seen him since he went into self-exile more than ten years ago."
Dick hooked Young Lady's nose with his finger and was about to answer when he heard Herod's loud voice anxiously shouting outside the door,
"Captain! High Knight Alexandros is back. Go and persuade him quickly. He wants to take away Darion!"
Hearing this, Dick and Jaina looked at each other and reached out to take an ordinary Staff. Now, all the strength of his body has been sealed. He is in the transformation of Lord's Power and is even much weaker than ordinary people.
On the other side, on Stratholme Regiment's training ground, Alexandros, who was carrying a strange-shaped giant sword held in a sword cloth on his back, was staring at his youngest son with a Anger look on his face, while Darion was standing not far away, staring at his father with a red face as well. There was a bloody slap mark on his delicate face.
It was obvious that the exchange between father and son just now was not smooth.
The accompanying knights brought by Alexandros are surrounding the father and son with nervous expressions. Because of High Knight Alexandros's Anger action, more than a dozen of them are now being surrounded by the entire Warband knights who came after hearing the news.
And not far away, more people who heard the news rushed over. Dalia did not hide his origin, but after Dick went to Quel'Thalas, he traveled all the way from Holy Light Monastery to Stratholme. During these three months of running in, he became friends with almost everyone.
This is normal. Although his upbringing was very strict, Old Mograine really put a lot of effort into Darion and cultivated him into a determined Warrior, and everyone would like this kind of person.
Just when the atmosphere at the scene reached a serious limit, an obviously out-of-spirited shout rang out in the training ground,
"What are you doing! Go back to where you should be!"
When Paladins, who shared the same hatred, heard this voice, he subconsciously moved out of the way, leaning on Staff's Dick, and accompanied by Herod and Jaina, stepped into the encirclement step by step.
His body looked very bad, and his face was pale and sickly. A gust of wind seemed to blow him down, but no one dared to despise Dick. Even Alexandros took a deep breath and restrained his anger after seeing Dick appear.
The great things Dick did in Quel'Thalas have spread throughout Northern Frontier. Those proud and proud Elf who survived will all think when they mention Dick. To call him "Fire of Justice", apart from Emperor Arathor 3,000 years ago, Dick should be the second Hero in the entire history of mankind to enjoy this honor.
In the current battle sequence of Silver Hand, knights born in Stratholme Regiment will also be looked at with high regard. Although their origins are all humble, in the real life-and-death Combat Strength, origin has never been a problem. Only Champion who truly dare to fight and fight can win the respect of everyone.
And Dick, who single-handedly created this civilian Paladin team, has naturally won everyone's recognition.
Dick glanced at the palm prints on Darion's face, and his eyes became a little hazy. He ignored High Knight Alexandros, but turned to Paladins who was looking at him and shouted,
"Go where you should be, my brothers, Undead is raging in our land, we should not use our precious strength on internal friction, believe me, this matter will be solved perfectly!"
Dick's words were like a key. The moment they fell, they released everyone's worries and resentments. Under Dick's order, they quickly dispersed. In just a few minutes, only the followers brought by Dick and Alexandros were left on the training ground.
This kind of control over the army made Alexandros, who was watching all this silently, twitch the corners of his eyes.
Dick looked at Grand Knight. To be precise, his eyes fell on Greatsword behind Alexandros. Although Holy Light Power was sealed, he could still feel a blazing fire from that sword. It had the same origin as Fire of Justice, but was more offensive.
"Ashbringer?"
Dick asked in a low voice.
Alexandros nodded, he glanced at the stubborn Darion and sighed,
"Find a quiet place. I have something important to ask you."
Dick raised his eyebrows, then nodded.
"Darion, Herod, you guys come together too!"
Ten minutes later, Warband command, Dick and Alexandros were sitting on the chairs, Jaina was sitting on the other side, and Herod were standing on one side. They were not qualified to sit down for a meeting of this level.
Old Mograine frowned and looked at Dick. After more than ten seconds, he Doubt asked,
"What's going on with your body? I can feel a force brewing in it, but your abnormal weakness... is it an injury?"
"It's not an injury, it's a process of adaptation."
Dick placed a cup of rough tea in front of the old knight. This was Warband after all, so there was no need to expect the materials to be so refined. Moreover, Dick was not willing to talk too much about this issue. He changed the subject and turned the topic to Order of the Silver Hand.
"It will probably take me another week, but after I come back, I heard that you invited Tirion Fordring back. Is he in good condition now?"
Dick is indeed very interested in this news. The famous Tirion Fordring, no matter where he is placed, is a Legendary character that cannot be ignored. But now he has not got the opportunity to regain his strength. Can he still become the Legendary Paladin in the future?
"Tirion Fordring's physical condition is still healthy, but the loss of Holy Light Power, coupled with the two years of being homeless, has made him mentally exhausted. He will definitely not be able to fight head-on, but Tirion Fordring's experience is exactly what Order of Knights needs."
Old Mograine said the scene, but the meaning is actually very simple. Tirion Fordring is now a useless person who can only sit in an office.
The atmosphere of the conversation became a little awkward, but Dick didn't care. He and Old Mograine were both real people doing things. For them, the atmosphere of the conversation was just a foil.
The guy nodded. This result was within his expectation. However, since the current war in West Darrowmere Region was not a tragic one, there were few topics for the two of them to talk about. So after a few common words, he decisively changed the topic to Old Mograine.
"Grand Knight, I feel... you seem to have encountered some trouble, I guess, it's about Uther Grand Knight, right?"
Facing Dick's question, Old Mograine nodded silently. He put his left hand on the table, sometimes closing it and sometimes letting it go. It could be seen that Grand Knight, who had experienced many battles, was very anxious now.
"Uther... He successfully resisted the poison of Frostmourne, but... now his situation may be even worse in my opinion."
Grand Knight looked at Dick with a mixture of disgust and gratitude. The expression on the face of this young man who was 20 years younger than them was very indifferent, which made Old Mograine have an urge to punch the instigator.
But his strong willpower stopped Old Mograine from his random thoughts. He took a deep breath and spoke out the situation he was currently facing.
"After Miss Jaina returned to Dalaran early, Uther and I stayed at Karazhan. It took me three days to kill a group of thieves who were eroded by the dark power. Tomb thief, and then he found that Runeblade. You can't imagine how scary that Runeblade is. The worst thing is that Uther seems to be controlled by it. He is like a completely different person."
The old knight's voice suddenly became clear. This not-so-good story also attracted the attention of everyone present. Herod They only knew that Uther Grand Knight was sent to Southern Kingdoms, but they did not expect that there were so many twists and turns in it.
"He...Uther is now inseparable from that sword. It seems to have become a part of his body. As far as I can observe, all the good qualities have slipped away from Uther. Now, he is like a man mixed with cruelty., a tyrannical, Evil, gloomy, cunning, and vicious Evil person, you can't imagine that when facing Uther, I would even have the urge to Purification him!"
Old Mograine closed his eyes, as if recalling the changes in his friend. He opened his eyes, and Anger in his heart could no longer bear it. He stared at Dick, whose face was solemn.
"That Runeblade saved him, but it also destroyed him. I feel that we...Dick, you and I, have created a monster with our own hands! A monster more terrifying than Arthas!"